leviathan
By: Saoussan
above, a great beast crawls,
clawed feet dig soft ground,
clay runs red.
below i stare up,
at that lumbering beast,
shuffling, a grey belly presses,
me further into the ground.
a halo of glass unseen-
lower
into
the
mud
i
go.
nowhere to turn,
face up, fermenting,
the weight is crushing now.
.
.
.
maybe,
in another time,
mirrored image-
my blue fingers would curl,
around the glass,
divide that shadow above,
and i would see the sun.
To The Nothings
By: Julia Rosalyn
Dedicated to the “nothings”, without whom the world would be incomplete.
A step out of haven
And the world drips away
Melts into a mess of regret and waste
Leaving us to search for a saving grace
A twisted seedling ready for bloom
Where amidst the wreckage it may grow.
You step into the wastelands
Where your mind leaks uncollected
And they would make a jester of you
One bespoke of insanity
A weightless speck with no sense
But soon you will gather others
Who like you, are nothings.
And together you grow
Until you find yourself becoming something
Perhaps for some with less meaning
But etched on your faces is a power
That they can never take from you
A power that feeds on your righteousness
And makes you certain that you are here.
So strap your courage to your soul
Lest it leave when you need it most
Find solace in what you once wished would be
And go forth knowing
that in your hands it will become.
Let not your strength waver
Even with the truth that
The feat of nothings will never be cheered upon
But that ovation is not what you seek
A gift reserved for carved out figurines
Nay, in the eyes of the world you are just a nothing
But in the eyes of your heart you must know,
Dear nothings, that you are our everything.
When you pass through that tunnel of living
You will sense all that will come to pass
Your mother donned in grey
Your sisters dining in silence;
Stifling but safe
And you know that you would not come
from whence you began
Never, not once, not for another day.
By: Julia Rosalyn and Saoussan